PURGATORY

When Christine heard
that he'd tried
to hang himself
in the men's crapper

 

desperation bells
began to ring
inside her head
then she saw him

 

on the locked ward
sans laces
or belts
or anything

 

he may use
to repeat
the performance
and he sat

 

in the big chair
his eyes dull
and his hair untidy
and with that loose hanging

 

dressing gown
minus belt
and in pyjamas
like some

 

Auschwitz guy
and she said
what the fuck
you in here for?

 

sitting in the armchair
next to him
broken heart
broken love

 

lost love
soul crashing
through all gears
to get back

 

to base
who knows?
he said
like that huh?

 

join the club
for what it's worth
we're all fucked up here
like driftwood

 

on a lonely beach
on some deserted island
she said
he gazed at her

 

disinterestedly
as if a gnat
had landed
on his hand

 

they lock
the doors here?
sure do
all the time

 

what about visitors?
once a week
Sundays
he looked at her

 

at her dark
long straggly hair
her dull eyes
why you here?

 

he said
some fuck
left me
at the altar

 

all dressed up
like some nun
in white
she said

 

he must have been
mad to have left you
anywhere
he said

 

well he must be
because he did
opposite
an Indian woman

 

sat crossed legged
picking
at her toes
a red spot

 

on her forehead
dressed
in long gowns
of bright colours

 

a plump woman
walked by smoking
eyeing them
suspiciously

 

foul mouthing
the nurse going by
so how long
you been here?

 

he asked
week or so
how long you staying?
until they say

 

I can leave
when will that be?
when they think
I’m better

 

or cured
or able to be
balanced again
when will that be?

 

how the fuck
do I know
she said
sorry

 

about the language
anger gets
to my tongue
before I do

 

you're not going
to hang yourself
again are you?
she asked

 

don't know
who I am any more
don't know jackshit
about myself

 

whoever myself is
she nodded
looked at his
handed in slippers

 

the scar
on his left wrist
not your first time then?
she said

 

touching the scar
guess not  
he said
welcome to Purgatory

 

she said
he sensed her finger
on his scar
the female touch

 

he wanted something
whatever it was
something
to hold on to

 

O
so very much.

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